Chapter: 360

As a door was slammed shut, the wailing was blocked, leaving only reverberations echoing in the corridor.

A figure dressed in a neat black tuxedo walked from the end of the corridor to the stairs.

This is also a young man, about the same age as Charlie, with brown hair combed into threes and sevens, dark brown eyes without any emotion, and slightly thin lips tightly pressed.

He looks pretty good, holding a black top hat, as if attending an upper-class salon, which is out of tune with the environment of the "Golden Rooster Hotel".

Accompanying the man was the cry of a woman, full of pain and despair.

Watching the man's back disappear into the stairs leading to the ground floor, the ruddy Charlie pouted: "What a bastard!"

"Do you know him?" Lumian is still quite "concerned" about the neighbors around him. After all, he may live here for a while, and the more he understands the environment, the safer he will be.

"His name is Laurent, the son of Mrs. Lakazan in Room 201.

"Hehe, he thinks he is very talented..."

They insulted each other.

"A pair of eloping couples on the 3rd floor spend almost all their money, and they do this every day." Charlie said with a smile, "My friend, you have to get used to it. This is a market area, a chaotic street, a 'Golden Rooster Hotel', and a newborn." Seriously ill people, bankrupt guys, peddlers who trick tourists into buying things, strangers who just go downstairs to drink and never leave the hotel, street girls with no money, crazy people who only occasionally wake up when they have brain problems, stonemasons who lost their jobs, and veterans soldiers, old men pretending to be poor, wanted criminals...

"They have to thank Mr. Eve for being a nice guy who is tolerant in every way except not being in arrears with the rent."

Charlie laughed and said, "Yes, a kind miser, he even provides free brimstone to everyone!

"Hi, I haven't seen Mr. Eve for a few days. I'm really worried that in order to save money, he doesn't go to the city wall street, and doesn't go to the place where the red princess is different. He just finds a woman in the random street and gets seriously ill..."

Then, Charlie waved his hand: "Charles, hiccup, I'm going to bed, I have to go out at six o'clock tomorrow morning, and I have to arrive at the hotel at seven o'clock.

"Hi, if you can't find a job, you can tell me. I'll introduce you to our hotel as a handyman. You can get 50 Filkin every month, and even 75 if you work for a long time. Moreover, there is free food for every meal, and a liter of wine in the evening!"

"Okay." Lumian smiled and watched Charlie go upstairs.

At the same time, he silently murmured to himself: "Pure provocation doesn't help the digestion of the potion much...

He assembled the "Fool's Apparatus" in the bar just to provoke everyone there, and the result was very successful, but it did not bring about further digestion of the potion.

Before, during the journey from Darliege to Trier, Lumian was also provocative from time to time, and occasionally felt that the potion was being digested, but most of the time there was no gain.

If he couldn't find a more correct way to act, he suspected that it would take at least a year for him to digest the "Provocateur" potion.

On the way back to room 207, Lumian heard a violent cough from upstairs, heard the woman calling her lover a "slacker" and a "trash", and heard gunshots outside and a group of people chasing past.

This is the "Golden Rooster Hotel", and this is the chaotic street.

Taking out the brass-colored key, Lumian pushed open the door and walked back into the house.

Those bedbugs seemed to have some kind of strange perception, and they didn't come back here.

Lumian smelled the smell of sulfur, looked up, and found a letter lying quietly on the wooden table by the window.

He took a few steps closer and picked up the paper folded into squares.

Ms. Magician's reply?

Lumian unfolded the letter while whispering, and began to read under the crimson moonlight shining in from the window: "I am very glad that you have successfully arrived in Trier, which proves that you have mastered the initial skills of evading capture and regained the experience of walking in the dark side of society." At 3:30 pm this Sunday, at booth D of Mason Café in the Botanical Garden, one of the psychologists will provide you with treatment.

"In the past few days, your task is to go to the catacombs of the observatory area and find a man named Aosta Trull, who often pretends to be a wizard there to deceive tourists and citizens.